Treasure Island

Chris Leermakers

(13/10/1974 / Melbourne, Australia)


Cool As A Whispered Prayer
I'm Over Here
And Your Over There
Playing With Mortality
You're Dancing On Fire
On A Very High Wire
The Echoes Are Heard
From Someone Or Something
Maybe A Bird
An Injured Wing
It Strives To Fly
To An Inviting Plum Tree
So It Can Try
To Eat And Rest Peacefully

Behold What A Sight
The Day Turns To Night
For A Few Seconds Only
The Moon Hides And Passes Slowly
On Their Way
The Men Witness This
Wait For The Call
To Ominously Play
They Dream Another Place And Time

You'll Have To Pay
The Hourglass Has No Sand
The Sun Gets Close
Time Has Run Out
Where Did It All Go
Poured Through A Spout
It Went Far Too Slow
What A Shame
Time Wasted And
All Over The Land
Omega Day...

Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Saturday, April 20, 2013

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